It was 40 insane hours. It was 2 time zones. It was 4 flights. It was one of the best shows Starkweather has ever played. It was one of the best shows ever because of you, not us. We were ragged, we fucked up, we were exhausted in sick from the altitude, but we were also given the opportunity to play in front of people that cared about us, people that felt, on a visceral level, what Starkweather was and still is about. There are the obvious thank you's; Nate for risking putting his money on the line, there was Clint who kept things organized on our end, Casey who apparently hatched this whole fucked up scheme, Trevor and the kind guys in Tamerlane who loaned us there gear, Jack for his bitter humor and for being the only only straight up thug looking motherfucker to ever have Nietsche tattoed on his neck, Mike for shuttling us from the airport to our hotel and for the kind words he shared with me, Brook from Este for his hospitality, Slug Magazine, the City Weekly, my brother Colin for the hotel rooms, food, travel expertise, and calm 'American Psycho' like demeanor, Mister Murren for properly representing da Bronx, and last but definitely not least, Jan Vermeerbergen for making the trip from Antwerp, Belgium, for being the ONLY guy who could get Starkweather to Europe, for putting out the amazing 'Croatoan' vinyl, and for providing endless humor when things got tense.
Not so obvious thank you's:
Every single person that walked through the door at Club Sound. You, and not us, made this show the success and amazing memory that it was. You made sure that Nate made his money back, made us feel like family, and whether you stayed for our set or not, you made us feel like the 20 year olds that we haven't been for a long time.
The Mormon Church for making it feel not so wrong to want to bang very young girls.
The Red Iguana for serving up the best fucking Mexican food I've ever had.
Pat the van driver, Club Sound and their soundman, xReflectx, and Sleeping Giant for bringing their sizable followings and for rocking the fucking house
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Hey I cant take credit for hatching it but Todd and Rennie can
"hey man, i think rn replied to you already but we've been talking and we'd like to fly out to SLC and play one show if someone can cover the cost of the tickets. you people out there are the biggest fucking freaks (compliment) and we cannot understand our popularity out there. let me know what you think because we're serious. take care, todd." Jun 2005
Then I passed it along to Blake and Eventually the ever determination of a lot of bad ass Mo Fo s pulled that one through. But I think Technically the offer came from Todd and Rennie. THANKS! It made my year.
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